Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Surgeon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.